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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 29, 2009 14:11:11 GMT -5
A black sports car rolled into a parking lot and the engine soon came to a halt. The door opened, and a blonde woman stepped out of the driver's seat, a cool expression on her fair-skinned face. She took a deep breath as she locked her car, then started walking along the sidewalk beside the tall buildings.
Perhaps it would seem strange to an ordinary human, had they spotted the tall blonde sauntering through the streets in the chilly midnight air. As always, the slender woman was scantily clad, dressed in a white corset and equally white trousers. It made her look like an easy victim - a solitary woman wearing as little as she could get away with and still be decent. If there was one thing Emma Frost was not, however, it was defenseless.
Perhaps there was no real reason for the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club and headmistress of Xavier Institute to wander the streets, but she rarely felt the need to justify her actions. There had been rumors of Brotherhood activity in the area, and she had not felt like waiting around for her fellow mutants to get their wits together before investigating. Besides, she doubted it could be that serious. If the Brotherhood had struck, they would have known. For now, the rumors were simply an excuse for her to be in New York City. After all, a woman like her hardly belonged in an old school when she did not have to be there.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 29, 2009 14:54:42 GMT -5
Constance pushed open the manhole cover and slipped into the dark alley. Her unique appearance could be a problem when it came to blending in. Although she had no trouble being stealthy. She put heavy makeup on to hide her unnatural scales, a pair of sunglasses for her eyes and pulled the hoodie up. It might be a little too much disguise, but she was overly conscious about her appearance. She kept herself in the shadows and peeked at the parking lot. She saw a tall figure.
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 29, 2009 15:24:19 GMT -5
Emma's icy eyes scanned the area surrounding her haughtily, obviously not too cautious. If she had been afraid, she would not have come here on her own. It was just New York, after all. She had never considered New York a frightening place. As she wandered casually away from her car, her eyebrows furrowed. She could hear a voice in her mind which alerted her to the fact that someone was nearby. It was difficult to resist the temptation to probe into the presence's mind, but she decided to pretend to be blissfully unaware that she was not alone any longer.
With a detached look on her face, her gaze 'accidentally' wandered into the shadows just as she was about to pass a dark alley. She smiled to herself, seeing the figure that must have been the source of the brain activity. "What a way to give a woman a fright, darling," she said with a soft sigh and shook her head. That was the way she addressed anyone, be they friend or foe.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 29, 2009 17:13:10 GMT -5
Constance backed up a little as she felt discovered. She didn't recognize the woman there, but she looked...felt...familiar. Constance didn't want to spend her time out on spying a woman. Sneaking out of the Brotherhood's hideout wasn't a walk in the park. She thought about the Brotherhood as the word popped into her head. They took her in when she was frightened and lost, but they wasn't honest with her. They often talked about mutant rights and such, but there were certain parts sounded suspiciously vague. Constance shook her head. It was her precious night out, even though she kind of stole it rather than earned. As she turned, an image flashed in her head. She knew why that woman looked familiar, she saw her photo somewhere when she was in the Brotherhood hideout! She couldn't remember her name or anything, but she was pretty sure that woman was listed as a threat. She froze at where she was, not knowing what to do.
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 30, 2009 0:17:34 GMT -5
Emma remained where she had stopped, trying to get a closer look at the person. It was difficult, since the stranger both seemed completely covered up and was standing in the shadows. Her lips perched as she heard something about the Brotherhood. That was not a good sign. All she had really wanted was a trip to the city, but it seemed the rumors were more than just that - rumors.
"Are you going to speak, or should I feel threatened?" she asked out loud, her demeanor as calm and cold as always. Her suspicion grew at very thought that passed through the stranger's mind.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 30, 2009 11:54:47 GMT -5
Constance' lips twitched at the woman's demand, almost obeyed her. She laughed at herself in her head, still so weak and obedient. Constance walked out of the shadow but kept quiet. Talking to a stranger (and a possible enemy) was still her greatest fear. If this woman really was the threat to the Brotherhood, she wanted to know why. Or maybe she just remembered wrong. Maybe this was a good chance to know a little more about the Brotherhood. Or she just remembered wrong. Her brain glitched, her heart beated fast. She regretted walking out of the shadow in the first place. I should have ran. She thought as she walked.
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 30, 2009 14:18:01 GMT -5
Emma arched an eyebrow, hearing continued thoughts about her being a threat to the Brotherhood. What struck her the most, however, was the fact that the girl referred to herself as weak and obedient. If this was a Brotherhood agent, Emma could definitely use weakness to work against her. She loved this power she had - the power to read minds, both of friends and foes. Even people's self-criticism and things they did not wish for others to know were weapons for her to use.
I should have ran. The thought was clear as day to her, and she shook her head. The stranger did not seem inclined to speak, so she supposed she would have to... probe. Now, she knew that as the headmistress of the Institute she should not be using her powers so freely, but she did. Power was there to be used, no matter what anyone else said.
"What are you afraid of?" she asked silently, her piercing gaze fixed intently on this person's face.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 30, 2009 15:15:22 GMT -5
Constance froze yet again. How did she? Of course, there was only one answer--mutant. Constance lived with the Brotherhood for over a year now, but she didn't participate in any of their actions. She was like many others in the Brotherhood, for refuge. Although she heard the Brotherhood only had one mutant opposition, the X-men. She wondered why they fought each other, but she didn't question. After all, the Brotherhood had been nothing but kind to her. She collected her thought, and finally answered in a low voice:"You."
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 30, 2009 15:22:23 GMT -5
Emma could not see the expression on the girl's face as it was covered by the hoodie, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was no difficult task for a telepath. Still, she didn't like the fear - it meant the Brotherhood knew too much about her. Of course the Brotherhood would know about her, as she was renowned both in the human and mutant worlds, but she did not like being perceived as a threat when she did not intend to. In fact, Emma did not like being perceived as anything other than what she had intended.
"Why would you be afraid of me, darling?" she asked silently, making sure the mental tone sounded calm and reassuring. All she really wanted was information about how the Brotherhood was operating, but it would be foolish to make her agenda known.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 30, 2009 15:31:12 GMT -5
The calm and reassuring tone slowed Constance' heart down. A telepath, which meant her earlier thoughts were probably up for grabs to the woman. It also meant that she didn't need to speak, just think, which was much easier for her. Being shy and all. You are the enemy, aren't you? To the Brotherhood.
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 30, 2009 15:37:45 GMT -5
"Enemy? That is such a strong word," she replied, laughing within the corners of her mind that she chose not to share. She was a manipulative woman, so she would do her best not to fight unless she absolutely had to. She didn't see this stranger as a threat at any rate. For her, it was hard to imagine someone who had just described themselves as 'weak and obedient' as a threatening figure.
"We are not the best of friends, though, I will admit that," she added calmly. It was certainly not a lie - simply a harsh simplification of the truth. She had no intention of revealing her connection to the X-Men just like that.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 30, 2009 17:03:28 GMT -5
Constance took off her sunglasses and raised her head to look at this woman eye to eye, for a better view of her appearance. The woman was tall and blond, projecting this tough and confident vibe. Just like the way Constance wanted to be. "Sounds like you know a lot about the Brotherhood." She thought, or "said", didn't really know how to describe this type of communication. "Have you ever met...Magneto?" She only spoke to him once, when she was brought in. Other times he was way up giving speeches, or she peeked from the vent. When she started to think about all the spying she did, Constance quickly blanked her mind. Shame. She enjoyed the stealth her powers brought, but that was about the only thing she liked.
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 30, 2009 17:25:53 GMT -5
Emma placed one hand on her hip. Now that the new acquaintance had removed the sunglasses, she could tell that she did not look human. Poor girl, was the first thing she find herself thinking, but made sure not to let her hear it. After all, it wasn't the girl's fault she would, in Emma's opinion, be completely outshone by any ordinary human being. That was not a good fate for anyone - the former White Queen would never have been content had she not been fully aware of the fact that she was beautiful. That was exactly what separated her from the sad child she had once been.
At the question about Magneto, she experienced an unusual emotion. She was unsure of what to say. "I have met him, yes," she decided to reply, knowing that probably wouldn't answer anything. "How long have you been with the Brotherhood, darling? How are they treating you?" She wanted to change the subject. The less this mutantess knew of her or her past, the better it was.
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Post by Reptile on Apr 30, 2009 19:23:06 GMT -5
Constance lowered her head to look at the ground. That was brave of her to remove the sunglasses and made eye contact with the woman. She was a little proud of herself, but quickly shook away that feeling. "They are nice people. Took me in when I was...lost." Some images flashed in her head; the years in the basement; her loving parents' death because of her poison; the year she spent in the sewers...then the Brotherhood. Playing video games with Toad was fun. "They are like my family." She didn't know if the woman picked up the unpleasant part of the images, she hoped not.
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Post by Emma Frost on May 1, 2009 3:51:00 GMT -5
Emma could tell that this girl was shy, not particularly confident. It almost felt as though the girl was shrinking away from her, wanting to become invisible somehow. Those were huge weaknesses, ones she herself had long since overcome. She felt a tinge of compassion for the girl, and hated herself for it. This person was with the Brotherhood, a potential threat to the X-Men and not someone who should be empathized with.
Pity, however... That was an acceptable emotion. To pity someone was to be superior to them, to feel sorry for them because she had something they did not. That was the closest thing to compassion she would allow herself to feel.
"What is your name?" she asked once she had collected her thoughts.
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